I can hear you thinking what I feel.

I know that what we've got is real.

And all we need to get us through is just to live like lovers do.

Just like lovers do.

I wanna feel that way, yeah like lovers do.

They lose themselves for days.

It was very difficult to care for a child when both parents were on crutches. Thankfully Brennan had only sprained her ankle, opposed to Booth's broken fibula, so she was able to get off of hers sooner. Of course there was also the matter of Brennan's fractured ulna. Needless to say, Cam and Sweets had been extremely helpful this past month.

Booth had been very fortunate. Besides the leg injury and various cuts and bruises, he only suffered from a few bruised ribs and a mild concussion. Things could have been much, much worse.

Brennan was sitting in the living room watching Katie bat her ball around the room again, when Booth hobbled in on his crutches.

"Hold it, right there," he told her, catching her trying to take off her wrist brace.

"What? I just want to check on its healing progress," Brennan said, shrugging her shoulders.

"You're not a medical doctor."

"Well no, but my doctorate is in bones, is it not?"

"No, it's not. It's in Forensic Anthropology."

"You say tomato, I say…"

"Bones…"

"See? It's even my nickname."

"Okay yes, but you have these things called skin and muscle which are in your way of your precious bones."

"I could –"

"No."

"But –"

"The doctor told you not to take it off. You of all people should know better."

"I'll put it right back on," Brennan protested.

"Can you even tell how much it's healed without looking at an X-ray?"

Brennan paused, staring at her right wrist as she clenched and stretched her fingers. "…I doubt it."

"So then?"

"I'm just sick of wearing this stupid thing!"

"You think I like wearing this?" Booth asked, lowering himself down onto the couch and waving his booted foot in the air.

"I know how long bones take to heal. My fracture should be healed by now."

"Maybe you need more calcium in your diet," he suggested as a smile formed on his face.

"My calcium in take is just fine, thank you very much."

"Apparently your bones say otherwise, and bones never lie," Booth quoted as his smile transformed into more of a smirk.

"Now you're just mocking me."

"I would never," he told her, leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Hmmm," Brennan hummed against his lips.

Booth pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "So, now that we're a couple. I think there are a few things that we need to clear up."

"Like what?" she asked, glancing over at Katie to make sure she hadn't wandered away like previous times. She was still there, now attempting to build a tower of blocks.

"You know, you're probably the first girlfriend I've had who hasn't called me Seeley," he told her, leaning back against the couch with his hands folded behind his head.

"I can if you want me to," Brennan shrugged.

"God, no. You're not Camille, or Rebecca, or even Hannah."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. And besides, if you called me Seeley, I'd have to call you Temperance."

"Please don't do that. Nobody calls me Temperance, not even my family."

"Tempe?"

"Don't call me that," Brennan said, shaking her head.

"So when I introduce you to people, I should say 'This is my girlfriend, Bones.'?"

"Well no, then you can use my name: Dr. Temperance Brennan."

"Is the doctor part really necessary?"

"It's part of my name!"

"Fine. Then you can introduce me as Special Agent Seeley Booth."

"That's kind of a mouthful."

"Hey, you get to use your title, I want to use mine."

"But my title is a single word. Yours is two." Brennan threw him a look that said 'I'm not arguing with you about this anymore.'

Booth sighed. "Okay, okay we'll just address this later when it becomes an issue. So, next order of business, our apartments."

"What about them?"

"We're still paying for them. We live here now."

"Well, yes, but –"

"Bones, we're in this together now: you and me and Katie. We can't keep holding on to our pasts and I for one, can't afford to. I'm going to sell my apartment, and I think that you should do the same."

"But what if this doesn't work out after all?" Brennan asked softly, looking down at her lap.

"What, you can't see us being together for the rest of our lives?"

"Nobody can predict the future, Booth."

"Well I can. And you know what I see for us? Kids of our own – siblings for Katie, summers spent having picnics and going to the lake, Christmases with the whole family, us – old and wrinkled and grey – living in this house where we watched our kids grow up… I see a future with you."

"Booth –"

"Do you love me?"

"You know that I do," Brennan sighed.

"Then sell your apartment. You don't need it anymore."

She looked into his eyes. "Okay."

"Just like that? No more arguing about it?"

"I'm sick of fighting with you; sick of fighting us. If this is what you want, I'll sell my apartment."

"I want you to want it."

Brennan laced her fingers in between his, allowing her thumb to rub small circles on his hand. "I want you. And if this is what I need to do to prove to you that I'm serious, then I want it."

Booth leaned in, cupping her face with his other hand, and kissed her. He drew her lower lip into his mouth, allowing her to deepen the kiss. She reached up with her other hand, combing her fingers through his short hair. He pulled away, kissed her nose, and then started in on her neck. Brennan pulled him closer to her as a moan escaped her lips. Booth was slipping his hands up her shirt when the sound of Katie crying, pulled him away. They both sighed in unison.

"To be continued," Booth whispered into her ear, before crawling down on the floor to see what was bothering Katie.

"How do you plan on getting up from the floor with that boot on your foot?" Brennan asked, nearly out of breath.

"Wasn't really thinking about that, when I got down here," Booth confessed. "So Miss Katie, what seems to be the problem here?"

"Owie!" Katie cried, pointing to her fallen blocks.

"Oh sweetie, did your tower fall over on top of you?"

She nodded.

"Oh no. Where does it hurt?"

"Here," Katie said, touching her forehead.

"Well come over here, and I'll make it better."

She walked over to him and Booth kissed the spot on her head she had pointed out.

"Feel better?"

She sniffed and nodded, before wandering back over to the comfort of her circus ball.

"Nicely played," Brennan smiled offering him her arm without the wrist brace on it.

"Thank you. You know I really don't think you're going to be able to pull me up with one arm. You're just going to end up on the ground on top of me. And we already came close to traumatizing our daughter for life once today, so…"

"Fine, then get up on your own," Brennan told him, moving back over to the couch.

She watched as he crawled over to the couch and used the cushions to push his way back up onto the piece of furniture. He turned to her with a smug look on his face.

"Such nice arms," she mused, dragging her fingers over his bicep.

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed, batting her hand away. "Hey, there was one more order of business I wanted to discuss with you."

"And that is?"

"The Easter Bunny."

"Oh, no. No. This is where I draw the line. Santa Claus is one thing, but the Easter Bunny is an entirely different matter."

"Come on, Easter is just around the corner! We can hide little plastic eggs full of jellybeans and chocolate…"

"No."

"Do you want her to have a normal childhood?"

"Allowing her to believe in a rabbit that lays chocolate eggs on a Christian holiday dedicated to Jesus magically rising from the dead hardly sounds normal to me."

"So what'd you do on Easter when you were a kid?"

Brennan sighed. "I was forced into these fluffy floral dresses and dragged to church. And after that I was encouraged to find more of the candy-filled eggs hidden in our backyard than Russ."

"So then…"

"My childhood was far from normal, Booth."

"No, your childhood was normal. It's your teen years that weren't."

"Okay, compromise. We can hide eggs, but they're from us, not the Easter Bunny."

"I suppose I'd be okay with that."

"You suppose?" Brennan asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Well half of the fun is the excitement of the Easter Bunny."

"He's just another tool like Santa used to make children behave. Apparently winter to winter is too long of a gap, so someone decided a springtime mythical creature needed to be created as well."

"But it's not like he brings children coal when they've been bad."

"So what does he do instead?"

"I don't actually know…"

"Booth…"

"Okay fine, no bunny, just chocolate eggs. Deal."

Brennan sighed with content and allowed her head to fall onto his shoulder.

"You know, I was thinking about planting some flowers out front. Brighten up the yard now that it's April," she told him.

"Feel free. It is our one and only house now you know."

"So I've heard."

"I know we've been living together for months now, but finally being a couple and finally deciding to sell our apartments, it feels like we're living together for the first time. It finally feels real," Booth said trailing his fingers up and down her arm.

Brennan turned her head to kiss his neck. "You know what would make it feel even more real?"

"What?"

"Us moving into the same room and turning your room back into the guest bedroom."

"How come I'm the one who has to move rooms?"

"Because my room used to be the master bedroom and yours used to be the guest room. You can leave your clothes in there if that's what you're really worried about. I do take up quite a bit of the closet."

Booth wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. "If it means that I can fall asleep with you in my arms every night, I'll do it."

"What a line," Brennan said rolling her eyes.

"You liked it."

"Or maybe I just like you."

He laughed. "Now who's the one throwing out lines?"

She paused, biting her lower lip, trying to force herself not to laugh as she said, "Did I catch anything?"

Booth burst out laughing harder than before. "You did not. No. You did not just say that."

His laughter proved to be contagious and soon she was laughing just as hard as he was. When they finally calmed down, he put his forehead up against hers, allowing their noses to rub together.

"I've missed this, us," he confessed.

"We've never really had an us like this before."

"Yeah, but…you know what I meant."

She kissed him in response, lingering, before pulling away to look at him.

"I love you, Booth."

"I love you too, Bones."

AN: Sorry this chapter is so short. It just sort of turned out that way… But hey you know it's actually fluffly which is a nice change of pace and sort of makes up for its length right? Yes? No? Well on Wednesday you get sexytimes again so there.